My name is Alan. Characters and events of the following story are entirely fictional. Chapter One The city of Boston is an odd place for a Midwestern small-towner to transplant into. But I'd done it after achieving a Bachelor's in business Management. Being that one of my hobbies is reading, after eight years of mid-level white-collar job hopping, I'd move...
Characters in this story are fictional. Events described did not occur. Chapter One My name is Ethan. As of late, I had been living and working in a suburb of Portland, Oregon, as a software technician for a small PC service shop. I had started about six months earlier. A couple times a week, I walked down the block from the shop, either before the start...
(On July 14th ever year the French celebrate La Fête Nationale, a holiday that here in the United States we call Bastille Day. It is celebrated with parades, period costuming and fireworks. Large parties with decorative food--blue, white, and red--also music and dance play a prominent part of the celebrations. This story is themed to fit that ... in my own o...
Hollywood: August, 1982 "This isn't me," he thought, as he threaded his way through the evening traffic. The nimble little Turbo Carrera responded instantly to the touch, propelling him effortlessly down the broad expanse of Hollywood Boulevard. It seemed he merely had to envision a gap between vehicles in one lane or another and the speedy coupe teleported...
Authors Notes: Disclaimer: Celebrity appearances in this series are in no any way to be considered realistic. They are included for the entertainment of open-minded adults only. Their thoughts, words, and deeds are in no way indicative of the real celebrity. They exist here only to build a story around. With only two days to go before Industry Night, G...
Author's Note: As indicated by the title, this is a multi-part story; it will be easiest to follow by reading Part 1 first. ~**~ Again Ben woke before Julia the next morning. His mouth felt thick and dry and his head hurt. He stumbled to the bathroom to relieve himself and get a drink of water. That done, he refilled the glass and brought it to the bedside...
(Note: this story is a part of my "Greenies/A Perfect World universe and was written a full two years before we were even thinking about going to war in Iraq, so please, spare me your comments about any parallels. It's just a story, people. The background is just a setting. The Chinese are just a likely foe under the circumstances I've envisioned.) * April...
My girlfriend Marie and I enjoyed reckless getaways from our homes, from our jobs, from our lives. Life should be fun, right? We really knew how to ditch work and other realities. We'd go away, fuck until we were sore, then we'd rest, fuck some more, and go back home to recuperate and deal with the rest of life. Quite unexpectedly, our last getaway had turne...
Jade Everett stared at herself in the mirror to judge the final results. She looked jaw-droppingly sexy. She had just finished putting the final touches on her outfit for their company's Christmas 'Festivus' party which took place annually. This party was an infamous holiday Bacchanalia that was put on by the company that she worked for: Dominus Publishi...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Miami, Florida Darkness had faded over the city with the evening hours closing in to give breath to the night life that was slowly awakening. When the sky had turned into pitch black, it was up for the light to...